His Smarty Pants

by Mayra Statham

  “I’ve never heard it,” I answered honestly.

  “Milo, I’m not sure what is going on between us anymore, but I think I need to tell you something. Something you should know,” she said, her hands trembling as she held them together, and I could feel the tension radiating through her body.

  “Whatever it is, it’s okay,” I encouraged, rubbing her back gently as dread kicked in the pit of my stomach.

  “Remember that party freshman year? How we kissed?” My brows narrowed, and I titled my head, my attention fully on her.

  “Yeah?”

  “That was my first kiss,” she quickly shared, and I blinked slowly. Words failed me.

  “What?” I asked quietly, not understanding completely.

  “You were my first kiss and—”

  “That’s not possible,” I whispered, looking at her through new eyes.

  “It was. I’m sure of it, Milo.” Her face was flushed to an incredible pink tint.

  “That kiss was off the charts,” I blurted out, and the pink on her face deepened. I stroked the soft curly tendril that had fallen from her messy bun. “The guys at your high school were idiots,” I whispered, and she laughed softly, her delectable body relaxing in my arms.

  I was her first kiss.

  “I was your first kiss,” I repeated out loud, having a tough time believing it. She looked at me; the apprehension that had just disappeared returned.

  “Remember how I told you I’ve been focused on school and stuff?” she said, her head resting in the crook of my neck, my hands on her thighs.

  “Yeah.”

  “And how I told you my sisters at the house were on my back about dating?”

  “Yes.”

  “And how my sorority president—”

  “Allie.”

  “Right. Allie.” I fought from smiling because damn, she’s so freaking adorable. “Well, she was, you know, trying to hook me up with Colt?”

  “Which I don’t get. Allie should know better. Colt Conway just wants to get laid…” The last word died off, and my eyes narrowed as something else sunk in. Is it possible? “Cora? Are you saying you’re a—”

  “Virgin,” Cora said, her eyes wide and worried. “Yeah. I’m a virgin,” she stated, straightening in my lap, her shoulders lifting and dropping. Her tongue peeked out, leaving her lips glossy, and my dick hardened further. There was no way she could miss it.

  “You’re a virgin?”

  “Yep,” she quickly responded. “Yup.” I could see she was starting to build walls around her. I needed to keep her talking.

  “Never?”

  “Not even close.”

  “Wow,” I whispered, looking at the beautiful being on my lap it felt like I was seeing her for the first time.

  I knew she was it before, but how the hell did I get this lucky? I didn’t deserve her. Not even close. And now knowing she was untouched, I deserved her even less. But fuck me, I was too selfish of an asshole to give her up. She was mine. She was going to be only mine. I would work on being the man worthy of her.

  “Does this change things?” she asked nervously.

  “Change things?” I repeated, realizing the great gift I was holding. She was mine. Only mine. A rush of protectiveness washed over me.

  “You wanted me up here, and I guessed it was so we could, you know. But like… Umm… now you know and….” The volume in her voice slightly increased, and I cupped her face.

  “Baby.”

  “You know you were my first kiss, and if you want me to stay here tonight with you, that would mean you would be my—”

  “Breathe, Cora.” My hand grabbed hers, and our fingers intertwined.

  There was so much running through my mind, and my body was wound up tight. Everything she’d laid on me beyond my imagination. No matter what my body wanted, my priority was her.

  Always her.

  When it came to her, it wasn’t about getting off or marking her up so any other asshole who cast their eyes on her would know she was irrevocably mine; though she was. Completely mine.

  “I am.” She looked away, her gaze cast upon our hands, my thumb stroking the top of her hand.

  “You’re not, baby. Relax, okay? There is no pressure for us to—”

  “You don’t want me anymore?” She looked up at me through her thick lashes almost horrified, and I coughed a rough chuckle away.

  “Are you serious right now?” I croaked, and when she nodded, I breathed in deeply. “Baby, there is nothing I want more.”

  “Really?” Her eyes were wide and slightly skeptical.

  “Cor—”

  “You sure? I mean…” She took a quick breath then kept rambling, “I might not be good at it. It might suck,” she babbled. “I might do it wrong and—” I couldn’t help myself. My mouth fell over hers, an overwhelming need to show her exactly how fucking amazing she was and how much I wanted her a driving force through me.

  I kissed her, and she kissed me back.

  Soft and sweet.

  We took our time. I wanted her to know this was more than getting in her pants. It was about her and me and us. I wanted to make sure she knew if we took this further, she knew exactly how I felt about her.

  “Milo,” she whispered against my lips, and I groaned, that sweet and needy tone making my dick jerk against my pants. Her hands moved from my chest to my shoulders, her body turning to straddle me. Fuck, she felt good. “You’re hard,” she breathed with surprise, and I grinned against her jaw. My mouth moved to her neck.

  “I’m always hard around you,” I confessed, the tone harsh in my own ears.

  She was in my room. The sweet taste of her skin and the scent of her arousal combined made everything fuzzy around us. Knowing she was a virgin, untouched, and she’d be mine made my skin tight and my throat run dry.

  Mine. All mine.

  “Really?” A soft gasp and moan sounded when my tongue skimmed her sweet spot on her next.

  “Jesus, baby, you have no idea.” I groaned the moment her tongue swiped at my neck. My hands clenched her sweet ass. “You drive me crazy,” I groaned, the softness of her flesh driving me crazy. “You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up. Last thing on my mind when I fall asleep.”

  “Milo.” She rocked her delectable hips back and forth. She had no idea how seductive and sexy she looked in that moment. That perfect crevice rocking against my hard-on would kill me. At the very least, leave me cross-eyed. And I was okay with that.

  Her body perfectly aligned against mine, we kissed. Hands roamed. I whispered dirty confessions into her skin. One moment she was straddling my lap, and the next we rolled onto my bed. The sight of her on my bed, her golden blonde strands on my pillow, was one I knew I’d never forget.

  “Milo.” She reached for me, and I went with her. Balancing my weight with my hands next to her face, her hands on my shoulders as we kissed. She writhed beneath me, the sounds she made only fueling my passion. She pulled away and made me speechless. “I want you,” she whispered softly between kisses, and I fought from giving her what we both needed.

  Not because I didn’t want her but because her first time should be better than during some frat party.

  “Cora,” I groaned.

  “Please,” she begged, raising her torso to meet mine. Her leg shifted, and we aligned perfectly, my hardness against her heat. I pinned her hands up above her head.

  “Behave,” I warned, and I swear to fucking Christ, her eyes glittered. My sweet Smarty Pants virgin had a wild cat hiding beneath the surface, and I was the one who would get to see it. Only me. Holding on by a thin thread, I moved away from her body, settling next to her, my hold on her hands still in place.

  “Milo?” she said my name, licking her pink lips. Her eyes wide with questions.

  “Do you trust me, Cora?”

  “Yes,” she answered, her eyes clear, and I swallowed hard. Jesus. Knowing she trusted me this way, with her body, with being the first man to touch her, it
was so damn humbling.

  “This is a gift,” I mumbled as my hands roamed down her sweet body.

  The lines of her torso lifting her shirt up to show off the flat plane of her abdomen. The rise and fall so fucking hypnotic, her creamy skin making my mouth water.

  “Tonight is all about you,” I declared, tearing my eyes away from my destination. Our eyes met, and I could see the anticipation and nerves swirling about within her. “I’m going to make it good for you. If you change your mind or want to stop, all you have to do is say stop, okay?”

  “Milo, you don’t have to do anything special. I just want you.”

  “You’re going to have me, Smarty Pants,” I grunted, rolling off the bed and bringing her body to the edge of the bed. “You’re going to have all of me.” Only me. I wanted to tell her, but I held back.

  I undressed her slowly.

  My lips made sure not to miss an inch. I made sure she knew exactly how beautiful and tempting I found her. The weight of her breast in my free hand seared in my brain. Perfect. Round and heavy. Sweet and creamy.

  “Jesus, Cora, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I rumbled as I took the dusty peak into my mouth, enjoying the way her back arched. I paid attention to her every sound. I left the sweet mound for an even sweeter one down south. My hand letting hers go as I made my way down her body. Licking and kissing her stomach and further down. Her scent made me drunk with lust. I moved her panties to the side, and the sight of her glistening wetness made me feel like a mad man. I kneeled at the foot of the bed, and without having to say a word, her legs opened for me, her dewy lips a sight to behold.

  “This is all mine.” I couldn’t hold back the words before my mouth moved to get the first taste of her, her bottom rising off the bed, her back arching. Jesus, she is delicious.

  “Oh my god,” she cried, and I licked her. Softly, taking my time. Her hands dropped to my hair and gripped me in place, almost like she was afraid I was going to stop. “Milo,” she panted. Her voice turned into a moan as my hands grabbed and kneaded her almost bare ass.

  “Such a sexy smarty. My sexy smarty,” I said, pulling my lips away, my eyes on her pretty folds as I let the tip of my finger run up and down her slit.

  “Milo.”

  “Anything hurts, you tell me, and I’ll stop. Okay?”

  “Milo,” she whined, her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “I’m not made of glass.”

  “I’m the first?” I asked, my hand standing still, ignoring the way her little hips squirmed trying to get more of my touch. “Tell me.”

  “You know you are. Please, Milo! Stop teasing and finger me.”

  “I think my good girl has a bossy side.”

  “Please.”

  “Your wish, my command.” Slowly, my finger dipped into her wet entrance.

  The tightness of her pussy made my balls draw up tight. The ache making it hard to breathe. I wanted to be inside of her. I wanted to feel that tightness around my dick. I needed to slide into her tightness and claim her completely.

  I needed it so badly I was sweating. But I couldn’t take what I wanted. Not yet. This was about her. What she was letting me do to her was more than a release. It was a gift. One I was going to appreciate. Only me because she was all mine.

  “I’m the only one to touch this pretty pussy?” I asked, her cheeks flaring a pretty shade of pink.

  “You like that?” she asked, biting her lip, her voice breathy and hoarse. “Being the first?”

  “Fuck, yes. I like being the only one.” I dipped my finger in further, captivated by the way her eyes fluttered closed. Pleasure was painted on her beautiful face, and I didn’t want to blink, afraid to miss any expression.

  She was incredible.

  A fucking vision.

  I lapped at her clit, working her tight channel with my middle finger. I was too captivated to look away as I went down on her. I soaked in every sexy sound she made. Her taste imprinted itself into my DNA. The taste only making me hungrier.

  “Oh my…” she gasped. Her cry felt like a fucking badge. “Milo!” she moaned, and I felt it. She was close, and I was going to be the one to get her there. I didn’t stop. I quickened the pace, and her sex started to flutter around my finger. Her sweet essence flooded my mouth, her cries like music to my ears as she crashed over the cliff, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast.

  The sight of Cora Meadows coming was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Cora

  I ROLLED OVER, one arm under the pillow, and sighed. Milo was a very handsome guy, there was no way around it. He was tall, broad-shouldered, lean, and strong with a classic face and amazing sultry gray eyes. His skin kissed by the sun from playing soccer outside. But there was something even more alluring about him as he slept. I was tempted to reach for my cell phone and snap a picture, but the idea of waking him up and losing this moment was too risky.

  Instead, without hesitation, like he was mine to touch, I lifted my free hand and lightly traced the line of his nose with the tips of my fingers. I had been playing it safe during college and had missed out on things like the protocol on the morning after. Though this wasn’t exactly the morning after-after.

  My virginity was still intact.

  Not that I could complain. Not when we had done a lot of other things. Very fun things. Things I had heard some of the girls talk about. Or, if I was honest, had watched while giving myself some self-love with a battery-operated boyfriend. Hey, I was a good girl, but I was also a red-blooded woman with needs!

  I experienced a lot of firsts with Milo.

  He had been patient and sweet. Making sure I was okay at every turn all while driving me crazy with his touch. But he had held off from making a homerun. There was something extremely dreamy about how he had held back. It made him even more irresistible. Made what was happening between us even more special. The tips of my fingers moved from his nose to his amazing lips. Lips that had made me feel such incredible beauty.

  “Mmm,” he groaned, his eyes still shut. “You should still be sleeping,” he muttered, his arm pulling me in closer, making me very aware of our nudity.

  After he had made me come hard with his mouth and fingers, he had held me close. He made sure I knew there was no rush or pressure to do anything else. In his arms, I felt like the most treasured being on the face of the earth. The embrace moved to slow, sweet kisses and then more. My turn of exploring him commenced. It had been perfect. Better than anything I could have ever imagined. Blowjobs and handies might not sound romantic, but I had a feeling anything we did together could be.

  “Morning,” I whispered.

  “Morning.” His eyes opened, and the warm emotions reflecting toward me left me close to speechless. Did he feel the way I did? Was this more than the deal we had struck up on a crazy whim?

  “Where did you go right now?” he asked, his voice deep, still laced with sleep. His hand stroke my hairline, tucking a strand behind my ear.

  “I’m right here,” I whispered, my hand moving to the center of his solid chest, the beat of his heart solid and soothing.

  “Talk to me,” he pressed, and I bit my lower lip. I could feel his hungry gaze, and his masculine and musky scent made me ache.

  Would it be hard to try and seduce him?

  “Cora?”

  “I want you.” The words slipped out. Honesty was always the best policy, but I was just giving it all away now.

  He groaned. The sound alone made me think of very dirty things. Who am I? “Baby, I’m trying to—”

  “I know. I get it. You wanna be a gentleman for whatever reason. Milo, it’s super sweet but not necessary.” It was like my mouth couldn’t shut up, and even though I knew I was making a complete idiot of myself, I couldn’t seem to stop. “I know what this is. You and me. I wouldn’t have guessed it, but… but, Milo… I want you.”

  “You know what this is?” he asked, his voice oddly calm.

  “Well, yeah.”
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  “What is it we are?” he asked too seriously, and I shrugged.

  “Don’t get your boxers in a bunch. I just mean, I don’t want you to worry about me becoming some high-grade clinger.” The moment my words processed, his expression changed and he opened then closed his mouth.

  With a raised brow he asked, “High-grade clinger?”

  “You know what I mean!”

  “I don’t. Clarify,” he ordered, his jaw set firmly, and I was quickly picking up I’d somehow pissed him off.

  “Some guys tend to think of virgins as clingers. It’s why most avoid them.”

  “First off, those aren’t guys or men. Those are douchebags.”

  “Milo.”

  “Let me be clear here, Cora. I can’t have a misunderstanding that could fuck shit up between us. Again. I can’t lose my shot at you like last time. I don’t feel like waiting another almost four years again.” I don’t feel like waiting another almost for years again. Those words replayed and clung to the forefront of my mind as he kept talking, “Being your first doesn’t freak me out because I think you’ll cling to me.”

  “But…” I paused and shook my head. I was too far in this, and my mouth didn’t seem to have a filter this morning, something that seemed to happen a lot around Milo.

  “You held off. You didn’t take me.” I winced. Take me? What was this, some historical bodice ripper? “I’m just saying, I know whatever is going on between us, the way we started… it’s unconventional but—“ The words froze mid-sentence because he chose that moment to lift me up and settle us around.

  Now sitting up, my body straddling his, I could feel his thick hardness pressed between us. We were at eye level.

  “Cora, listen. I’m not worried you’ll cling to me, but the complete opposite. That you won’t.”

  “What?” I breathed, searching his eyes for a hint of anything.

  Is he playing me, or is he being serious?

  By the look on his face, I was leaning toward the latter, and my heart pitter-pattered.

  “I wanna be the first to get in there,” he stated, sounding close to a caveman, but then leaned in closer, his lips a breath away from mine, and shook up my world completely. “First and only,” he rumbled, his eyes unwavering from mine, and I was slightly speechless. First and only.